𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 - dream x reader

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my love, i just couldn't let you go

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CLAY

I still remember the day you were born.

You didn't cry, you were so quiet, as if numb. You liked shiny things, like the metal bars at the edge of your mother's hospital bed. You were a biter too, never let anyone near you, unless it was your parents, of course.

I had just gotten my wings, that day. You were immediately given to me. I remember being so stubborn at the thought of how stupid it was, being a guardian angel, but you made me understand the importance of it, and, it's why I fell in love with you.

"I swear, I'll punt that Tom Simons into in sun and beyond if he ever does that again!" That's you, oh so stubborn you. Today at school Tom, or Tommy, had pestered you all day, and made you blow up at him in front of a teacher. You were given a week's detention.

Your phone buzzes.

"Shit." I watch as you type furiously, replying to a text I assume is from your dad considering your 24 minutes late to your curfew. I had silently reminded you as I usually do, but I didn't push too far to remind you because you hadn't talked to your mom this long in awhile. You set your phone down, and I examine all of your beautiful features as you look out to the sunset one last time. The way your eyes seemed to turn golden when you looked into the sun, the way your dimples seemed ever more promenent when your overthinking, and your brain is running a million miles an hour. And as usual, you pick a daisy as you get up to begin walking home.

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"Y/n, where the hell were you?" Your dad scolded you.

"Just at the daisy field, dad."

"Well I was worried sick."

"Dad, I'm fine."

He rolls his eyes, I'm assuming to call BS, I begin to follow you to your room but he speaks up again before we're even half way down the hall, "Y/n, dinner?"

"Not hungry."

You run and slam the door in my face. I sigh knowing it's not intentional and phase through the door instead. I watch as you throw your belongings on the ground and crawl in bed in a fetal position. A single tear falls from your cheek, as you fiddle with the daisy in your left hand. After a few sniffles, you throw it into your nightstand drawer, along with the others you had collected over the years.

I take my place beside the bed on the floor, and lean against the wall with my knees to my chest. I whisper to you, "She misses you too." Your eyes light up ever so slightly, and the tear trail drys, without another following. I smile, I love when I make you feel better.

Its true though, your mother. I can feel her presence with us always, and even though she chooses not to say a word to me, I understand why. After her passing away when you were just 7, there had always been that empty space your father could never fill. Leukemia is no joke. You always make me upset when you tell yourself it can never be filled, because your wrong. Someone will fill it, I just know it.
I just wish it could be me...

I reach my hand to your head, and you close your eyes. You gently drift off to sleep.

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